The music began, passages of immense technical complexity fluidly bridging Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro with Renoir’s impressionism. The gloom and shadows of claustrophobic chambers contrasting with the vibrant radiance of a wide-open landscape. The realism of humanity down to its dirty nails… — Ella Leya Copy Share Image
The conversation ran as fluidly as the tea out of the samovar’s crooked nose. — Ella Leya Copy Share Image
“I desire to know you. Every breath of your heart, every fleeting look on your face, the rhythm of your joys, and the melancholy… — Ella Leya Copy Share Image
“The external evils are nothing compared to the evils that we harbor in our souls.” — Ella Leya Copy Share Image
Life is a desert of shifting sand dunes. Unpredictable. Erratic. Harmony changes into dissonance, the immediate outlives the profound, esoteric becomes cliched. And vice… — Ella Leya Copy Share Image
That’s the power you possess as an artist. To find and express your own unique message. — Ella Leya Copy Share Image
“Something flickered in the distance, dressing the darkness in a soft veil of blue. Out of the blue came an explosion of sounds followed… — Ella Leya Copy Share Image
The music began, passages of immense technical complexity fluidly bridging Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro with Renoir’s impressionism. The gloom and shadows of claustrophobic chambers contrasting with… — Ella Leya Copy Share Image
